| Am I lyin' through my grin?
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| Am I driftin'?
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| Am I really just a child of sin?
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| Oh, I don’t know what to do
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| Have I lost myself to lust?
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| Is there anyone that I can trust?
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| We tried to make the best of us
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| But I don’t know what to do
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| Baby, I’d tell you more
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| If I knew just what to say
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| But you never asked me anyway
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| Baby, I’d ask for less
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| If I knew I had your ear
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| And every other part of you
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| Baby blue’s the color of my eyes, I’m told
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| But when the sun sinks low, my eyes turn gold
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| And you don’t know what to do
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| Yellow is the color of the winter moon
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| And the page I press my pencil to
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| With a love letter to you
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| Baby, I’d tell you more
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| If I knew just what to say
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| But you never asked me anyway
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| Baby, I’d ask for less
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| If I knew I had your ear
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| And every other part of you (Every other part of you)
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| Every other part of you (Every other part of you)
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| Every other part of you (Every other part of you)
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| Every other part of you (Every other part of you)
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| Every other part of you (Every other part of you)
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| (Every other part of you)
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| What I need from you, my friend, is a kiss
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| Then a walk to where the sidewalk ends
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| At the reservoir, and then
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| Underneath the city sky, we’re a still life
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| And all the people pass us by
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| And they don’t know what to do
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| Baby, I’d ask for less
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| If I knew I had your ear
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| And every other part of you |